Sta.sh
...Inhale.
"So lately I've been hearing a whole lot of noise about our broken, doomed Earth & the tragedies waiting in Frames yet to occur - our souls are black & everything must be Saved. W/ all this dismal doomsday noise of course everyone has a plan to fix some broken & allegedly integral piece of the Civilization Machine - 'Socialized medicine will keep the sick alive' - 'Biofuels will resuscitate the atmosphere' - 'Murder the infidels that Earth may be pure'- 'If everyone smokes weed they'll all just chill out' - 'More cops means less crime' - 'Fuck it all & kill yourself' - 'Go vegan & recycle your newspapers' - 'Shave our heads & commit hate crimes' - So on & so forth. There's a billion decibel buzz about the Earth's sputtering coughs & a billion more regarding how to save it (or at least improve it enough to make our deathbeds comfortable), & w/ all this heavy noise in the air, beating my brow & brain w/ earwig static, I feel compelled to drool a drop salival thought onto this indigestible screeching feast of noise.
"Earth & this Civilization Machine are both born from & exist in a fucked-up, haphazard system of cataclysmic occasions; just a kink in a link of a theoretically nonstop chain of dazzling explosions. There is no way to stop a flame when everything is kindling. Our soft and luxurious deathbeds are merely articulate illusions, endocosmic explosions projected from our eyes onto the world around us - frightened children seek the comfort of familiar blankets.
"Deathbed is where we land when we fall dead, the couch we sat on, the pit we're thrown into. Comfort never was an issue to any corpse I knew. They were all dead. Dead people don't care.
"& that's just the thing, w/ everybody thinking they know how to remedy this system & believing in their hopeful thoughts, everybody stomps on each others ideas & all the frumpy ideologists hold grudges against each other - don't think any of them stopped to think that when we're dead, we don't care. Eventually we'll all be superheated dust or far flung nova debris. The chain will burn everything & we'll all be a part, again, as always, of the magnificent pyrotechnic cataclysm system, & we won't care whether our pillow was cotton or down - & all of these ideas whose mouths clang & clash & bruise against each other exist nonetheless.
"Despite how few people vote for something, others will support it. Despite how impractical a solution may be, the hopeful will remain hopeful. Despite how many nonbelievers you slay, others will remain incredulous. Despite how many you lock up, you'll never catch us all. Eventually emaciation takes it's toll, but there are always younger, eager generations. The Civilization Machine has reached a terminal state in which information residing w/in cannot be deterred from it's initial inertiac mode - the flow of information cannot be stopped, an infinite glitter of microflares - Humans, great replicators of nature...
"So what I'm trying to say is that nothing can really Save the world 'cause the world is just a bit of kindling for some grand eternal inferno - but nothing is going to stop the thinkers from thinking, & that's fine, thoughts are beautiful & birth new universes; everything ever thought, a prismatic flash explosion, see? - but all these mesmeric little blinks seem to emit a happy radiation & everyone wants to be happy, everyone should be happy - insert problem of happy-wave thought clashes - all these ideas about how to fix this, salvage that & save us all only produce the happy by-product when not in question or conflicting w/ another idea, see? - We can all be happy as long as somebody else isn't telling us why we shouldn't be - So maybe if all of these ideas (which, in the long run, won't really matter much) were to cease generating so much vain noise they could serve a more practical purpose - keeping us cozy in death, because in Life, that seems to be quite the issue."
...Exhale.
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Frustrated 
we don't talk anymore
for reasons unknown aside from your absence from the intertubes.
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